Lyrics:
killaz will cost ya
Pop the glock to get the message across ya
You niggaz deserve an oscar, playin' doctor
I'ma silence you niggaz as if I was actors
like he's sandy
Can't link me tho can he?
He a bitch and a dick so I guess that he's a tranny
Would you follow through if you knew
Da man that's new
bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your
trying to figure out how the fuck I'm gonna do y'all
Hanging with my homie from the turf, that's young q-ball
Giving me the word from the street, here's
always tell a real from a fake one
Still throw them money if they tryna take some
And I ain’t never tripping
But i’ll never date one
Give a fuck if you
This is just too real
Two real eyes is
This is just too real
Two real eyes is
On the run
Fled the country
I got a gun
Not a junky
You got to love me
from Harlem to Q.B.
And when it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, finally, the legendary cool G.
[Kool G. Rap]
It's B.G.S. kid so what you
I been had the Juice like Q on the roof
And you can dig up Bishop if
You ever want the truth young nigga got
Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass
Blowed
of sight
But everybody said, I had a real good day
I didn't make any errors, I didn't make any plays
You see, the ball never came out my way
And I figured
What if I make money
Shey you go ball on me
When I talk true my brother
Make you no dey false on me
But for real for real baby
Shey timba broke, will you
if ya'll bout it
For New York, I cover the sport, like Marv Albert
One, two, when I exhale, the one-two
Lock it down, similar to Denzel in John Q
can got to sleep, now you can go to sleep
Good night, good night, good night, good night
Official niggas on they job and you know we gonna ball
Real
dawg
Put it on God
Grinding 2gether we ball to we
Fall
Stay on your job
Yea it get hard
I know u get tired
But cha u gotta go hard
Stiff as a log
vest
If you talkin' that shit then we pop at your set
My men don't take kindly to threats
And I'm stacking that guala, guala by the C-note
I'm smackin'
thinking
we're just havin' a ball
now there's things that I agree with
and things that I really don't
if you think I'm free to try something crazy
Real trappa i stop pill poppin raised by real savages
I'm from the trey its go
They come out the cut and they blow
I just lost 1 of the folks
LONG LIVE
Now you only know if you know
For real she's a hot thing (hot thing)
Hot thing (hot thing) (she's a)
Hot thing (hot thing)
Hot thing (hot thing)
It's the real shit, yeah
500 Degreez this time, bitch
Yessir, yessir, throw them Ws up
You already know (yeah, yeah)
You see me? I eat, sleep,
that's a nice lil' cool tip
Aye You tryna fuck that, that's not how we do it
I'm in her ear like a Q-tip
I know a real quick way to get blue strips
Ayy, I
Simone writes little of much consequence
Unless the theater's how you pay the rent
A new work of some semi-memoir sits
Inside the weekend book
Real talk, true story (uh huh)
No nuts, no glory (uh uh)
You know what I'm saying? (Real talk)
Hey dog (yeah yeah)
I'm a tell you like this
Hey I'm
that, bring that cheddar back
If not hear the baretta clap
Your fault you shoulda measured that
Bad white bitch guess where I met her at
By the bar by
‘Cause I’m on my P’s and Q’s (yeah)
And we only see the truth (yeah)
So we only seeing you
If you give us a reason to
‘Cause I’m on my P’s and Q’s
And we
but
If you really want it, (Yeah) you
Gotta come and get it, (Hey) you pussy motherfucker
[Young Jeezy]
Hey fuck boy yeah you where your balls at?
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